Ahhh, the Fourth of July. Never was I so ambivalent about a holiday. I used to love the Fourth--the going out, the fireworks, the food--then I stopped hanging out with the people who used to make the Fourth fun. Then my grandma died. Then I spent two years in a country that doesn't celebrate it. So I'm a little "meh" when it comes to really digging in and gettin' my patriotism on.
This year the Fourth means one thing and one thing only: overtime. I've signed up to work as an extra in the extravaganza that CW throws. I'll be standng around, directing people to the bathrooms, telling them what time the fife & drum corps start and no, you can't go there, that area is roped off for fireworks. Sounds brilliant, right? Ah yes, but here's the fun part. I get to dress up in costume. Because we're so low on stock, I didn't get much say on what I'd be wearing, except when it came to accessories. So I'll have on a boring blue petticoat, a grey jacket and red stockings. Awesome.
And our boss announced today that the new Fife & Drum coats need finishing touches put on--oh, and the shop needs to build five more. In nine days. Bring it, I thought, this sounds like, oh, any show I've ever worked on. So I'll be staying late, fray-checking and hook-and-eyeing regimentals.
I'm trying to get some extra money together because I'm going to be moving in a week and a half, and I need to buy some furniture. Also I want to get a dog, and that's not cheap either. So it's good for me to be working my butt off now, while I have the time and the energy--I just hope the weather stays a reasonable 80 degrees like it's been. But we were also asked today how we'd feel about going to a four-day, ten-hour workweek. Ostensibly, to save on gas. I'm ambivalent about it--it's a good idea and if I had Fridays off I'd be able to write more--but on the other hand, I couldn't leave a dog home alone for ten hours. And a dog is key. So we'll see. Either way it's going to be a lot of extra hours hunched over the sewing machine...I might need to invest in some new music.
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Are your stockings at least clocked?
No Moby dick update? I'm appaled. I hope the move goes great for you, and overtime never killed anyone, not sleeping did. Remember working at the mill for two weeks straight? Oh yeah, you were on a shift, and a forklift, and air conditioning. Red stockings, with black stripes? That would be cooler. Sounds like Virginia is great though, wish I could be there.
Ok, you NEED to post pictures of you in that outfit, when the time comes :D
new music? I'm dying to download the MP3 Album of Mama Mia but it's $10 and I just can't justify it. In the meantime I just (stole) downloaded Queen's greatest hits volumes 1 through 3 and I am a better person for it. I'll make it up to Freddy somehow.
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